Bushbabies!

This weekend, i was sitting in the garden when a tiny bushbaby hopped onto the tree before me! I was so inspired by this little creature that i wrote a poem about it:

Babies of the bush
Tiny and
wonderful
flexible,
light as wind
They fly
They soar

Eyes golden and wary
always shy
careful
making our nights sparkle

Strangers
without faces
empty
silent
vapour and mist


Illusions
dancing before us

XxXx Sasha